Live for Me (Hallow Ranch)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Abbie

My bare feet pounded against the pine-needle-covered ground, my body feeling free for the first time in over have a decade, humming with anticipation. I rounded a tree and put my back against it, ignoring the rough bark against my skin. The summer air felt good against my skin, and to my right, I heard a twig snap, followed by Beau’s velvet voice.

“My pretty little wildflower,” he praised in the distance, hidden among the trees.

I smiled through my pants, feeling the wetness between my thighs. From above, I heard the cry of hawk, and I looked up, seeing its mighty wings soar over the tree line. I took that as my sign to run, and I pushed off the tree, running through the forest, my hair flying behind me, my breasts bouncing with every step as my body cried out for him, a raw, overwhelming need pulsing between my thighs. Eventually, the pine trees began to thin, their needles fading underneath my feet, replaced my lush grass. I looked over my shoulder, finding Beau chasing after me, his lasso in hand now.

Oh, God.

When I looked straight ahead again, I came into a small clearing, the sunlight covering the soft green grass dotted with orange and pink wildflowers. I came to a stop in the middle of it, completely in awe of the beauty around me. To my north, I could see the Langston brothers’ mountain, the trees finally blooming years after the fire Beau told me about and to my east and west, there was nothing but bright blue skies and fluffy, pure white clouds. It was breathtaking.

“Jesus.”

I spun, smiling wide at my cowboy, who was standing a few feet from me now. His eyes were fierce, the blue flame within them burning brighter than the sky above us. The shadow of his hat couldn’t even hide it.

“You still want me to run, cowboy?” I asked, tipping my chin.

He didn’t answer me, tossing his lasso around me instead. It rested on my shoulders, and he said nothing, holding onto the rope. “Is that the best you got?” I taunted, breathless.

In a flash, the rope was tightened around my neck, and my eyes went wide.

“No, baby. I got a lot more,” he finally said, his voice dark.

Then, he tugged.

I jerked forward with a gasp, but he kept pulling. He roped me into his arms, my naked body plastered against his clothed one, my hands braced against his biceps, my fingers clinging to the cotton of his white T-shirt. With a snarl, he fisted my hair and slammed his mouth down on mine.

He kissed me until my knees went weak, not stopping when I melted against him. The rest of the rope was curled into his hand at the base of my spine, the rough ends swaying against my ass as he devoured me.

“Finally plucked my wildflower,” he growled against my lips, his teeth scraping against mine.

From behind, he tugged at the rope, forcing my head back before he trailed his lips down my neck, tracing his tongue around the rope. My hands slid up his arms and over his shoulders, holding on as the rope kept me right where he wanted me. His big, rough hand cupped my ass, kneading and squeezing my flesh before giving it a light smack. He pulled back, and I was pulled into the heat of his eyes, compelled by the pleasure I craved.

Holding his gaze, I dropped one of my hands from his shoulder, to his chest, down his abdomen, feeling the chorded muscled underneath his shirt, not stopping until I was cupping the front of his jeans. His eyelids were hooded then, his lips tipping up on one side. “That what you want?”

I nodded, feeling the rope tighten around my neck with the movement. I was still able to breathe and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

“Drop to your knees for me, Abbie,” he murmured. “I want to fuck your pretty little throat in the middle of this meadow.”

I did as he asked, dragging my hands down the length of him as I went. He wrapped the rope around his fist a few times and cupped the underside of my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “What are you?”

“Your little fuck toy,” I whispered, my nipples growing tighter by the second.

He hummed, his thumb stroking my jaw, the sunlight making him look like a god. “What else are you, Abbie?”

“Your woman.”

A slow, magnificent smile stretched across his handsome face then, taking my breath away. “That’s exactly right,” he praised, dropping his hand from my jaw and working his belt, flicking it open before undoing his pants.

My tongue shot out, licking my lips as he freed himself, a pearl colored bead of moisture already at the tip of his head. Beau had a beautiful cock. Without thinking, I brought my hands up, tracing my fingers down his shaft, the veins. A low grunt came from his chest then, his hips flexing.

“I love your cock,” I whispered, looking up at him.

His jaw was tight, his nostrils flared. “Show me how much you love it.”

I wrapped a hand around him, keeping eye contact as I opened my mouth wide and wrapped it around his head. Some of the tension in his jaw faded as I sucked, my tongue pressing into his slit, his salty taste causing me to whimper. I pulled back, releasing him with a pop, and licked my lips.

“You teasin’ me?” he quipped.

I nodded, pressing a kiss to his tip, stroking him with my hand now. “Of course, I am.”

“Why’s that?” he questioned, his voice gravelly, filled with lust.

I lifted his heavy length, dragging my tongue up the underside of it. I didn’t give him answer, continuing to lick and gently suck his head. When his body began to vibrate and he hissed my name, I looked back up at him, batting my eyes.

“You told me you were going to make me choke on it,” I reminded him in a teasing tone.

He yanked the rope tight, a growl leaving his lips as he slapped my hands away.

“Open that filthy fuckin’ mouth, Wildflower,” he commanded. My core was soaked now, and I complied, opening wide for him like a good girl. He fisted the back of my hair with his free hand and snapped his hips, shoving his cock all the way in until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged and a sexy chuckle filled my ears. “Yeah, that’s right, beautiful. Choke on my cock.”

After a few moments, he pulled out, leaving me gasping for air, spit dripping off my chin.

“Hands behind your back,” he clipped.

I looked up at him and did as he commanded.

“Open.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, opening wide.

He filled my mouth again, not stopping until my nose was against his lower abdomen. “Fuck!” he barked, groaning. “Hold it there, Abbie. That’s it.”

I moaned and gagged around him again, breathing in and out through my nose. He yanked the rope tighter around my neck, and spots filled my vision. “That’s my good slut. So fucking pretty with my cock down your throat,” he praised.

A second later, he pulled out. I gasped for air, my body begging to be used—to be fucked. “Beau, please,” I rasped as he walked around me, the rope shifting on my neck. His lips found my ear. “All fours, baby,” he growled.

Thank God.

I widened my knees and went down on my hands, my fingers sinking into the soft grass, the heat of the sun on my back.

“Arch your back. Let me see my hungry fucking cunt,” my cowboy ordered from behind me.

Whimpering, I arched, and he tugged on the rope, forcing my head back.

“What are you?” he asked, and I felt him get down on his knees behind me, his cock brushing against one of my cheeks as he reached around me, his hand going right where I needed it most.

I let out a moan when his finger lightly touched my clit. “Your little fuck toy.”

“What else?” he whispered in my ear.

“Your woman,” I cried out as his finger began rubbing in short quick circles.

“You forgot something, baby,” he said sweetly, the tip of his cock hovering at my entrance.

I twisted my neck to meet his eyes. “What did I forget, Beau?” I breathed against his hips.

He pulled back on the rope. I whimpered, digging my fingers into the dirt, bracing myself.

“You’re my pretty little slut.” He slammed into me to the hilt, stretching me.

I cried out, my voice echoing throughout our private meadow. His hands snapped down to my waist, holding me down as he pulled out and slammed into me again and again. My body bounced back against his, my breast swaying above the grass as my arms trembled, struggling to keep me upright. Each thrust came harder and faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, pleasure zapping through me like lightening.

“Beau,” I moaned, my voice cracking, my eyes closed.

“Abbie.”

“Fuck, Beau.”

He groaned, his hand coming to the back of my head then. “Down, Wildflower. Lay down in the dirt and let me fuck my little pussy the way she needs to be fucked, yeah?”

I clamped around his length, my walls quivering and my arms giving out. I laid my cheek against the cool grass, and his hand shifted the side of my head, his hips still drilling into me. “Fuck, look at you,” he grunted, our skin slapping now. “So fucking perfect. So fucking wild. So fucking beautiful.”

He shifted then, bringing the other end of the rope underneath me, pressing it against my clit. I gasped as my eyes rolled back. Beau moved the rope against my bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts, the rough feeling of it nearly sending me over the edge.

“Beau!” I cried out again, twisting my neck to look at him. His shirt was pulled up, showing his tanned abs, his dark blond hair dusting over his V-line. The veins of his arms were popping, rubbing the rope against my pussy. He wasn’t looking at my face; his chin was dipped, his hat blocking my view of his eyes.

I wouldn’t be able to come until I saw his blue.

“Look at me,” I rasped, my thighs shaking now.

Beau’s head shot up. His eyes met mine, and I let go.

“There you go, beautiful. Come all over my cock. Make a mess on my rope, baby. That’s fucking it,” he praised, his hands snapping to my hips now, his movements slowing as I came apart.

I chanted his name, my back bowed, and I tried to get away from him. The pleasure was too much.

“Nuh uh,” he growled, pulling my legs out straight.

“I c-can’t,” I stammered, my hands searching for something to grab.

He mounted me then, his hand pressing down on my lower back as his thighs forced my legs closed. “Lift that ass for me,” he clipped. “I’m not fucking done with you.”

Whimpering, I did as I was told.

I was good girl.

I was a good little slut.

He pulled out slowly and sank back in, forcing the breath from my lungs. My head shot up, a low moan echoing throughout the meadow then. I felt his lips on my shoulder, his lower body still fucking me with slow, forceful thrusts.

“You mine?”

I nodded, my eyes rolling back again.

“You my good little fuck toy? Hm?”

“Y-yes!”

His pace quickened as he wrapped his hand around the front of my throat, his teeth against the shell of my ear now. “You my good, filthy little slut who likes to be fucked in the dirt?” he whispered.

I felt my second climax building then, bringing me to the edge of bliss. I nodded, turning my head to find his mouth. I kissed him with everything I had, my body nearly spent. “Yes,” I answered, breaking the kiss, the brim of his hat blocking my face from the sun.

“Good little sluts come on their cowboy’s cock, baby,” he muttered sweetly. “They make a mess. You gonna do that for me? Hm?”

Holding his eyes, I nodded against his forehead. “Y-yeah.”

“Are you my slut?”

“Yes.”

“Say it, Abbie,” he ordered, his cock still pumping in and out of me.

“I—I’m your good little slut,” I panted.

His eyes flashed, the flame within them utterly consuming me now. “Prove it,” he challenged.

I was gone.

My second climax hit me, and my walls fluttered around his length. My cry for mercy was cut off by his hand. For the next few minutes, Beau fucked me into the dirt and made me see God. When he finally came, he moaned my name and told me he loved me.

After, he pulled off his shirt and put it on me before carrying back to the cabin as one thought come to the front of my mind.

I didn’t want to leave Hallow Ranch.

The Next Day. Hayden, CO.

She was back in the one place the man never wanted her to return to, and despite his best efforts, he’d failed to keep her away from this place, away from Hallow Ranch and away from the cowboy. Sighing, he leaned back further in the driver’s seat, his hand tight at the top of the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on her.

God, she was something.

Abbie was his beautiful storyteller. The man thought about the binder in his bedroom, his collection of her articles, photos of her he’d taken over the years, all the beautiful memories he created for her.

He didn’t understand why she wasn’t grateful. He didn’t understand why she just couldn’t see everything he’d done over the last few years had been for her. It was all for her.

The man pressed his tongue to the top of his mouth, reminding himself to keep his anger in check.

Was he pissed at her? Absolutely, but she would learn her lesson soon enough.

Abbie had her arm linked with a red-headed woman, and there was another brunette on the other side of her. The man knew these women belonged to the Langston Brothers, and because of this, he knew he had to move quickly. The last thing he fucking needed was the Langstons hunting him down. He hated that family so much already.

“Take a breath,” the man mumbled to himself. “It’s all going to be over soon.”

One of his cells began ringing, and he muttered a curse, reaching for it so he didn’t miss a second of Abbie’s beauty. He put it to his ear.

“The job is done,” his team member said.

“Thank God for that,” the man replied, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We’re going to complete the transfer and then head back if that’s alright with you, sir.”

“Fine. Just remember to file the paperwork. Did you inform—”

“—everything is done. The owners have been notified.”

“Excellent,” the man replied, a small sense of relief hitting him.

“Is there anything else you need from us, sir?”

“No, that should do it. I’m going to have lunch with the missus, and I’ll see you on Monday.” The man ended the call with a smile on his face.

Lunch with the missus .

God, how wonderful that tasted on his tongue.

And soon, it would be the truth.

The man popped open the door to his car and folded out. Then, with a practiced smile to the locals, he headed across the street to the diner. The bell above the door jingled, and a few of the waitressed greeted him, but he wasn’t here for small talk. He was here for Abbie, and he spotted her sitting in a booth—alone. Her head was bent, her eyes studying the menu, and the man wanted to laugh.

Abbie didn’t need a menu for this place.

She got the same thing every time.

Grilled cheese and potato soup—not tomato. She hated tomato soup. She’d told him that once, a long time ago, and he’d never forgotten it.

Then again, he never forgot anything when it came to his Abbie.

He tensed, not expecting her to be alone. When he looked around, he found Valerie Langston standing a few booths down, talking with an older woman. The man didn’t know who she was, but Harmony was nowhere in sight.

The man went to the bar and ordered a soda before he took his chance and approached her table.

She sensed his presence, looking up at him, and damn, that made him feel so fucking good. A wide smile stretched across his face.

“Abbie,” he greeted.

Her lips parted in surprise, and he never wanted to kiss her so badly before. He’d thought about kissing her hundreds of times and almost did it once when she was sleeping, but he decided against it.

He wanted her to experience their first kiss with him.

“Ricky Johnson,” she greeted back, giving him a thin smile. “You find that bear roaming Hallow Ranch yet?”

“We sure did. He’s being safely transferred to the state park now.”